I wrote a story so many times
Filled with many hopes
But just as many lies
I told different tales
But it all ended the same
A simple girl
But called by many names
My strength was in my words
But my words were never enough
I was not as tough
My wounded soul
Just had to be enough for me
Because it was the only thing I needed
To feel completed
YOU ARE READING
Seventeen Going On Eighteen
PoetryTheses peoms took a while to write, as I was trying to capture every feeling in it. I hope you enjoy OXOXOXOXOXO
